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"he got himself killed... He finally got himself killed..."
[b]john repeats to himself, he sits in his wooden cabin and dons the mask of his predecessors. He picks up the corpse and walks toward the pit in the center of the town. He throws the corpse in to the Hole and covers it in lighter fluid, finally setting it ablaze.[/b]
"See you on the day of the dead, brother..."
[b]he speaks to the Shepards over an intercom the next day[/b]
"as you have likely heard... Shepard aka, Lucas, has been killed by one of the few remaining fear mongers. I, being next of kin, and at his request, have been appointed as the new king of the Shepards..."
[b]he lays back on a torn and nearly ruined couch and turns on a TV, trying to take his mind off of what the hell had just gone down.[/b]
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Roger and Tara go silent and Luka and the others begin to tear up.
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"Hey guys... Sorry." [b]he throws a rose into the pit, a strange blue rose that when lit ablaze sparks the fire into a calm Blue flame. [/b]
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Tara speaks. "I tried to stop him."
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"I'm... I'm sorry, Tara." [b]he stares into the fire[/b]
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She sheds a single tear.
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[b]he hugs her, not caring if she wanted it or not[/b]
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Roger clenches his fists, causing them to glow slightly. Tara accepts the hug.
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"Rodger... I would really appreciate it if you didn't pummel my face in at my own brothers funeral..." [b]he keeps hugging Tara, shedding tears of his own [/b]
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[b]he looks to the rest of them[/b] "I'm so sorry guys... Look, Roger, I'm not in a state to be punched to death right now... Please." [b]he sounds defeated, bloody tears stream down his face[/b] [spoiler]dont bring him back. He's dead.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Ok[/spoiler] Roger releases his fist and slumps over, defeated. "After everything, he still died." Tara says, crying before running to her room. Granberia and Alma go to check on her.
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"T-Tara.. Please.." [b]he falls to his knees and stares at the floor in front of him, defeated[/b]
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She's already gone. Roger stares blankly at the floor.
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"Hey, man..."
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"He may have been mad but he was still a friend." Roger says as he stands. "We must live on in his memory.
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"Not like I have much of a choice, do i? I'm more concerned about her..." [b]he runs toward Tara's cabin[/b]
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He finds Granberia and Alma standing outside the locked door.
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"THIS ISNT HAPPENING AGAIN!" [b]he charges strait into the wooden door with his shoulder, breaking through it at the cost of his shoulders dislocation[/b] "Tara... Tara we're here for you, don't refuse our help when you know, undeniably, that you need it." [b]he breathes heavily while speaking, looking back at the door and holding his shoulder[/b]
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She sits bolt upright, startled. "I was trying to get some rest! I've found it is the best way to..." She trails off.
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[b]he grunts and snaps his arm back into place.[/b] "Sorry, sorry, I thought you where trying to kill yourself... And don't try to pull that BS on me, I know you need someone around to help..."
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"I'm not going to shoot myself, I just need to..." She slumps over on the bed, eyes glowing.
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[b]he books it to the side of the bed, screaming for a medic[/b]
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Erubetie and Roger rush in with the others following. She goes to the bedside and puts her slimy hands on her head. "Give me a moment."
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"Oh god... Oh god no.." [b]he starts pacing[/b]
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Tara opens her eyes. "No, not this soon."
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"NOT THIS SOON WHAT... TELL ME TARA..."
